" Remember I told you that since we've been together I don't cheat on Bill except with you, but maybe once a year? Well, this is the one time. This is... my third year coming here. I always came with a teacher friend of mine. We already had bought our airplane tickets and for this party. She called me two days ago and said she couldn't make it but I could have her ticket to give to a friend." Ok, so you've been here before; so who came with you?" Marge," she said. I know I looked really. As I made my way through the airport and out to pick-up door #5, my mind raced with images of you. The lust was building and my thinking was fuzzy. I picked up my bags and walked outside. There you were, waiting for me and looking especially beautiful and incredibly sexy. Your bright smile and sparkling eyes met mine and you threw your arms around me, kissing me deeply and pressing your body against mine. You paused and held my face, looking directly into my eyes. “Honey… I have something fun. At the time I was working as a farm day laborer in Kenya. I've done this before. It is not always easy to find employment in Zambia, and many men throughout Africa migrate from their homes in other countries in search of work. So my family remained in Zambia while I was in Kenya. So, at nights, after working, I'd surf the Internet, and that's how I came across Mara and Tomas. At first, I thought they were just joking about looking for an African man to impregnate Mara, but I soon realized that. If not for the little lines of gold in the key, he wasn’t able to tell where the key ended and the padlock began.He twisted the key, and the lock opened with a click. He pulled off the padlock and hung it off of a nearby bar, and that’s when he heard a loud thump from behind him.“Abella?” He turned to see the gargoyle standing there. “Everything okay?”“I will watch the gate,” she explained. “In case someone other than you tries to come out.”“Good idea.” He handed her the key. “If we’re not back.